Dirty Secret With My Professor

The new student

Lana's POV

I am staring at the test paper in front of me yet again. I tap my pen against the booklet as I stared at the question. I let out a heavy sigh as I looked up from my test and straight into Arden's eyes. He was already looking at me, but he was expressionless, sitting at his desk. I looked at my test again. I tried to study last night after he dropped me at my apartment, but I only managed to remember a few things. I might as well just stop and wait until everyone else is done.

I know for a fact that I have failed. When Arden handed out the test booklets to us earlier, he secretly handed some cash with it to me. That was for birth control. I quickly put it in my pocket before it might've been stolen or lost. I bite my lower lip, I'm nervous about going to the clinic just to get onto something, but I don't have a choice.

I looked up again and I saw a guy with a black backpack walking to Arden's desk. "You're late." Arden said to him.

"I'm sorry but things were a bit crazy." this guy said, but he sounded familiar. I stared at him to see if I knew him. Arden gave him books and booklets. "I will allow you to write a test after class, please go over the first three pages in the text book."

When the guy turned around, all the air around me was gone. I quickly covered my face with my hand, looking away as I rested my head on my hand. I looked down at my booklet. I try to breathe, but my breathing is shallow and my heart beat is the only thing that I hear. I gasp for air but I get none. I know that I have to leave this class before I draw attention to myself.

I start to pack up my things and I leave the booklet on my desk. With my satchel and jacket in one hand, I hurried down the steps. But I can't breathe and I try to. Everything around me sounded far away. "Miss Stern, where are you off too?" I heard Arden ask me at a distance, but then I went out of the door.

I walked as fast as I could down the hall. I inhaled and exhaled but I needed to get out of this place. "Lana!" I heard Arden call after me, but I just keep on walking. I finally get outside and the sun hits me, but I slow down as I feel dizzy. I can hear my own breath in my head. "Lana." Arden placed his hand gently on my arm as I stopped. He cupped my face with his hands and my eyes closed. "Breathe," he said, I inhaled and exhaled. "Breathe again, I'm here and I won't allow you to be alone. I'm not going anywhere." he said, but I still feel like I'm suffocating and I try my best to focus on Arden's voice, which is soothing to me.

I held onto his arm with one hand. I opened my eyes. "I can't," I managed to say.

"You can and you will breathe." he looked straight into my eyes.

"I feel light-headed," I said.

"Come on," he said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and he took my satchel and jacket from me as we walked to the parking lot. "I will take you home, just continue to do your breathing. I think I should take you to the hospital," he said.

"No, I will be fine." I replied.

"I will not leave you alone," he said as I tried to stay in control of my breathing with my hand against my chest.

We got to his car and he opened the passenger door for me. I get inside. He placed my satchel and jacket in the back and then he walked around the back of the car and got inside. I rest my head back against the headrest as I continue to breathe.

Arden started the engine and we drove. "I'm taking you to my place to be safe," he said.

I opened my eyes and squinted at the sunlight. "I will be fine at my apartment. I'm getting better," I said as my breathing got a little better.

"We are going to my place and that is final," he stated. He placed a hand on my thigh, giving it a squeeze. "Was the test too much for you?" he asked.

"It has no effect on me because I don't know sh^t about it. Maybe I should've studied in London," I said.

"Is it because of me?" he asked as he looked over at me for a brief moment and then he focused on the road again.

"No."

"Then what is it?" he asked. We pulled into the driveway to an apartment building which isn't far from the university. I take in a deep breath as I know that this will just make me feel worse again. We parked the car and he got out. As I open the door, he is already standing there and he offers me his hand. I took it and he helped me out.

"You just left school, everyone will wonder where you went to." I said as he closed the door.

"I will deal with that, don't worry." he held my hand and led me inside of the building. We get inside of the elevator and then he holds me against him and we ascend to the tenth floor.

We walked out of the elevator, down the quiet hall and stopped in front of the door that he unlocked. He opened the door and I stepped inside. I took in the apartment. It looked similar to mine. "I like your place." I said.

"Thank you. You may have a seat," he said, and then I took a seat on the black sofa, resting my hands on my lap. He crouched down in front of me and he placed his hands on mine, holding them as he looked up into my eyes with so much concern. "You scared the f^ck out of me." he said.

" I'm sorry," I bit on my lower lip and then his eyes moved down to look at my lips.

"You make me hard that way too." he states, and then I stop biting my lower lip. "Are you going to tell me what is the cause of your panic attacks?"

I took in a breath because my panic attack stopped. "I'm not ready to talk about it," I said, not even my family knows. "I don't want to think about it,"

"You shouldn't keep it inside. Does anyone else know about the cause or reason?"

"No, no one knows." I said as I looked down at our hands.

"Then it is important to talk about it with someone that you trust. I am always here and I am good at keeping secrets." he said as I looked into his eyes again.

"Thank you." I said.

"Would you like anything?" He asked as he stood up. My eyes are leveled with his bulge. Although he doesn't seem to be hard, he still seemed to be big. I shouldn't be thinking about that. I take in a breath. He puts his hands in his pants pockets, he makes wearing suits look good even when he is only wearing a white dress shirt that is always tucked inside of his pants, it shows off his ass better.

"Water, please." I said, and he walked away to the open plan kitchen. I am worried about the rest of the year. How am I going to get through this with the person that caused this?

A glass of water appeared in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts. "You don't seem to be okay," Arden said as I took the glass from him.

"Of course I'm not. I am failing business. I made a deal with my professor and the person that caused this to me is in class." I took a deep breath. I just said it, sh^t.

"What do you mean that the person that caused this is in class?" he sat down on the coffee table, looking at me, his brows were furrowed.

"It doesn't matter, I was just saying it." I tried to make something up.

"No, Lana. This is something that needs to be sorted. What person are you talking about?" he insists.

"Forget it," I said as I stood up and so did he. The water spilled over the glass and onto the tiled floor as Arden gripped my wrist gently, trying to stop me from going anywhere. I yanked my wrist out of this grip and the glass slipped out of my hand and shattered to pieces on the ground. "I'm sorry." I said.

"Don't worry about it. I would like to know who you are talking about." his expression is serious.

"Please take me back to my apartment." I sighed.

"I won't do that until you tell me."

"I don't want to talk about it, stop pushing." I hissed at him and I walked towards the front door.

"Is it the new student that came today?" I stopped in my tracks. I'm frozen in my spot. "It is, isn't it?" I feel his arm around me and he moves in my view. His hand moves to my chin and tilts my head up so that I can look at him.

"Yes, it's him." I managed to say.

"What happened?" I closed my eyes. "Talking will help, trust me. Let's sit down." he said , opening my eyes. We moved back to the lounge, sitting.

He holds my hand as he sat next to me on the sofa. "I cannot be in the same classroom as him. I cannot focus or I fear the worst. I tried to hide myself in class when I saw his face. But that didn't help my panic attack. I was lucky to change schools when my dad got a glimpse at the club of him coming onto me. Other girls were just being pathetic bullies and I changed school. It was much better because I didn't see any of them." I said, as I remember it.

"What did he do? It's okay if you want to take your time, we have the whole day," he said.

"I can't stay the whole day. Cynthia is probably worried sick about me." She is probably blowing up my phone with calls and texts. My satchel is still in Arden's car.

"I don't give a f^ck about Cynthia, I care about you enough that I want to make things better for you. So I am asking you again, what happened?"